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If a cane helps you even just a tinyyyyy bit, you should still use the cane!

So this is the beginning of a story I wrote. I wanted it to be more visible so I’m posting it here. Art will eventually be posted with it. It has been edited.

So I present to you,

Demons and Drag.

The flickering lights of their crappy agency was annoying the demon who was gazing at her reflection in the dirty mirror as she applied her lipstick.

"Surri, hurry up. Boss said he wants this job done before midnight," her brother called into the room while passing by.

"Yeah, yeah, Anitri. I'll be right there." She called back.

She brushed her fingers along her foxish ears, making sure there hairs were all facing the same direction, and arose from her seat. She walked out of the room, hips swaying with her tail, the way any sucubus in this industry would.

"Ready?" She asks her brother.

"Always," he answered, his fangs showing with his sly smile.

***

"Lemme get this straight," Jem said, in full drag attire. "You want me, to let you, someone who has no experience, go up on my stage and sing your pretty little heart out because your 'daddy' will pay me to?"

The girl nodded, insistently.

Jem sighed, placing a manicured hand to their face.

"Listen darling, that's not how it works here. We have people who have been doing this for years performing, and if they're new we've screened them, they've auditioned, and we've scheduled their performance. We don't just let anyone who wants to perform on a whim on my stage. If you want to perform on my stage, we can discuss this later but right now I've got a show to start." They finish and turn to take to the stage.

Dress billowing, Coco Rose stands center stage and starts the night.

"Welcome all you morally ambiguous people!"

***

"We're here," Anitri said, glancing at his phone.  "Target is Dr. Nano Gunther. Has been proven to overdose patients with mal intention, forcing patients to add him into their will then killing them off, purposefully botching surgeries, this guys a sicko. And he's all yours."

Surri glares at him, his smirk still on his face when she faces the door.

"Piece of cake," she says as she strides into the club in her short black dress.

She walks right up to the bar and takes a seat, glancing the stage where a bubbly drag queen was preforming a rather childish song. When she returned her attention to the bar another queen was to be seen, mixing drinks. She had on a rosy dress that poofed out from the waist down.

"What can I get you, darling?" they asked.

"A glass of wine would be marvelous," Surri said sweetly.

"Coming right up, sugar" the queen said.

While the queen was working on getting the wine and glass, Surri's eyes scanned the club for her target.

"Who you lookin for?" The queen asked, pushing the wine towards Surri.

"Oh no one, I just like to people watch."

"Well, people round here are pretty interesting, I'm Coco Rose."

"Surri, Surri Turazora."

"Nice to meet you, Surri."

"Likewise."

Coco leaned over the bar and whispered, "You shouldn't leave your phone on, he's in the third booth from the bathrooms."

Surri's eyes widened and she quickly turned off her phone, then her eyes watched Coco Rose to see what their reaction was but they were cleaning glasses a few feet over.

Surri got out of her seat and walked away, shaking her head at the interaction.

She found the booth and walked by with her head held high, her hip out and her tail a-swaying. She can feel the Doctor's eyes on her as she heads to small table by the stage. She spots her brother in the corner of her eye, talking to Coco Rose, the drag queen from earlier.

After a few minutes, the doctor slides into the chair across from Surri.

"Hey, babygirl," he said, trying to seem attractive.

He was thin and tall, with short black hair and dull blue eyes. The only interesting thing about him was the scar that was on his jaw.

"Hiya handsome, come here often," Surri asked, in her sweetest voice.

"From time to time, you here alone?"

Red flag.

"Oh yeah, I was scouting the place out for my friends bachelorette party."

"Good," he said, sliding closer to her.

She cringed internally, he's just like most of her marks. A totally creep, who wouldn't know how to except a no if it kicked him in the nuts.

He chats her up a bit while the drag queen finishes her song and asks her if she wants to come with him somewhere a bit more private.

Spotting her opening she agrees and goes along with him, trying not to gag as his arm wraps around her waist.

They head to one of the private rooms that he apparently rented out.

'This is it,' Surri thought to herself as the Doctor sat in a chair, legs apart, patting his lap.

She walked up to him, placed her hand on his shoulder and sat in his lap.

He leaned close to her.

His sudden intake of breath was heard clearly through the room. He pushed her off of him and clutched his side.

She flicked her dagger to get some of the blood off it before turning her gaze back towards him.

"But I thought you were into pain, Sir," she said, knowing full and well that he wanted to correct her but as her poisoned laced dagger had made its mark, he knew it was a fruitless effort.

"Why," he breathed out as he crumbled to the floor.

"Because you are a disgusting creature that no one deserves to encounter."

And with that she stabbed him through his head.

...

Jem is watching the entrance to one of their private rooms that they saw that Surri chick head through with that creep. They let out a very soft sigh when they saw her leave the room, unharmed, but alone.

Jem watched Surri approach that tall, lanky fellow they meet earlier. Anitri. They look similar, twins perhaps?

They left after a few words.

Jem slide out from behind the bar, signaling for Delphine Lulu to take over.

They walked over to the room and opened the door slowly, hand ready to grab their pepper spray from their skirt if necessary, only to be shocked at the sight.

The creep lay crumpled on the floor, head twisted, two stab wounds; both of which were green and foaming.

Dead.

"Now I have to replace the carpet again," Jem muttered.

...

"Anitri, are you sure about this?" Surri asked him as they entered the lobby of the apartment building. They were going to meet with a person who was looking for some new roommates.

They stood in the elevator, Anitri swaying along to the music while he fiddled with the sleeves of his crimson sweater. Surri just picked at her nails, she had got blood on them the other night and it wouldn't come out, so she just made a design out of it.

The door opened and the walked a ways down the hall and knocked on the door.

The person to open the door had short black hair that faded to a vibrant green. They were taller than Surri but shorter than Anitri and had dark brown skin with a blotchy pinkish birthmark on their left shoulder. They looked unimpressed.

They stared the twins down for a second before they spoke.

"Oh, your the ones who murdered that guy at my bar."

Something I’m proud of.

When I was in my freshman year of high school, there was a competition that you could submit an original play to be put in by our school.

I wrote a lay about a lady coming out as asexual to her childhood best friend.

I worked hard on it and submitted it on time and waited for a response.

And it absolutely made my day when I got the notification that my play had been selected!

My play was put on as a fully student run production and is on YouTube in a compilation of the winning plays from that year.

That is something I’m proud of.

Ahhhhhhh I love this show!!!!!!!!!

musical appreciation week ll day four ll favorite movie musical/pro-shot ↳ she loves me

My foot has been hurting for the last five days and is making it agonizing to try and do my PT.

Nothing looks wrong, it’s not a joint (I think?)

It doesn’t hurt all the time but if I bend my foot up towards my ankle it hurts or point it.

This is weird

Yo I also have over pronated ankles and wear insoles and hypermobile eds, but I have been wearing these insoles for a decade and I was only diagnosed with eds earlier this year. And they’re custom insoles from like a military doctor because of how messed up my ankles are cause they normally only do those for veterans and not dependents.

How did it take this long for me to be diagnosed?!?!?

I’ve been unable to get the insoles I have been using for years and went with a “recommended brand”.

Of course I spent a whole month trying to keep my knee in place before it occured to me that the new insoles were not doing their job.

Anyway, I now recommend PCSsole Heavy Duty Arch supports for over pronation, because I can walk again.

Because I have no motivation to write the next chapter right now but am hella stressed, I present....

Jem Tucker Character file.

Full name: Jem Pidge Tucker

Nicknames: Bud, Petal, Coco Rose

Birthday: January 28th

Birthplace: Monroe, Louisiana

Family: only child of two supportive parents. Parents run a very successful shop Jem’s home town and they visits them often.

Likes: wine, cats, Emily, roses, dark chocolate, chicken and waffles, clean floors.

Dislikes: screaming children, pedos, dogs.

Occupation: bar owner and drag queen. Entertainer.

Sexuality: panromantic asexual.

Gender: non-binary

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If you have any questions about them, feel free to ask!

“You’re too young to be in pain!” isn’t the wake up call you think it is. Your words aren’t going to magically make my pain disappear. And if you mean these words in a genuinely sympathetic way, then I urge you to stay away from it still. It can feel invalidating to a lot of us.

“You’re too young to be so tired”

Madame my brain is melting out my eyes from exhaustion, will you shut up

“You’re too young to be in pain”

I will end you.

americans better be rebloging the donation and help links for mexico and colombia after all the help they recieved from latin americans w their own issues